This is a song about "New york nicks"

New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

The day before is better than the present

And new york to this very day has got the best,

My state is right, new york, the best with the rhyme

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

Extention chords bout to break like the new york city bridge.

Resented by the game like i'm pete rose in this bitch

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

New is new, don't compare to the precedent/

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Don't think this oppression's new,

I wanna be next to you